WHOS THAT CHICK ? - james maguire !

[iv.]

the group sat in sister michaels office once again, indigo was squashed between orla and james.

the english boy watched as her fingers traced a word on her leg, his eyes focusing to figure out what it was

E - P -H - O - N - E - P - E - R - S - E - P - H - O - N - E

persephone

the boy quirked a smile at the girl's obvious interest in greek mythology as he watched her ringed fingers trace the word multiple times before they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

'erin, what in gods name?'

indigo smiled as mary, gerry, sarah and erin's granda joe entered the office, she had always liked the quaint family.

'did you kill the wee nun, girls?'

'of course we didn't!'

'then why were you pissing on her dead body and making sandwiches?'

'say nothing girls, say nothing 'til we've seen a lawyer.'

indigo snorted, her head falling onto james' shoulder at the incredulity of the whole ordeal.

as the girl relaxed slightly onto the english boy, joe caught the notion and narrowed his eyes at the boy as he walked over to the seat that his family had been told to take.

indigo jumped, lightly grabbing orla's arm in surprise as deidre, michelle's mum, rushed into the room.

'sorry i'm late, sister. couldn't get over the bridge. this bloody bomb. i begged the brits to let me take my chances, but the awkward bastards made me go the long way.'

'health and safety gone mad, deidre.'

'what are you playing at? rifling through a dead nun's handbag?'

'she stole my lipstick, mammy. and iggie's book!'

'don't lie. sister declan was a woman of god.'

'actually, she was known to be a bit light - fingered.'

indigo's leg started bouncing in irritation, the feeling of sitting down for so long without something to do was getting on her nerves as she played with the bracelets on her wrists in boredom.

'where's my mum, auntie deidre?'

'she's away back to london.'

'what, without me?'

'oh, dry your eyes, james.'

indigo frowned, putting her hand on the boys leg and rubbing it lightly in sympathy, the english lad smiled back at her in gratitude.

the door opened once more, clare's da bursting through.

'sorry to keep you waiting, sister. how long does it take to defuse a fecking bomb? sure, the wee robots do all the work.'

as a few of the adults in the room shook their heads in agreement, clare's father looked over at her.

'oh, killing nuns now, is it?'

'i didn't, daddy!'

'you wait until your mother hears about this.'

clare's da took a seat, and after a minute or two, some of the adults looked towards indigo and sister michael.

'did you ring her?'

'yes i did, indigo. i left a message at the answer machine in hopes she'd arrive soon.'

indigo let out a snigger at that, slumping down in the chair slightly.

'if you want to wait around for her you can, but trust me, we'll be here a while. i'd get started now while you can.'